Like the explorers of the past, we came to the new world
Our hopes and dreams rested on the land.
The natives were kind and innocent.
They educated us on how to farm and fish
And how to survive.
And then the British arrived.
They drove us from our homes
Killed our livestock and burned our barns.
Families were rounded up like cattle
And shipped to a faraway land
To serve as soldiers and slaves.
Kill that Indian, and that Frenchman
Because the king ordered it.
When we refused we were shot
In front of our families
We are Acadian.
This tribute to the amazing people who came here from France and battled to create what we now know as Canada, is my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers.